“You never pretended to be a bride when you were a little girl?” No???? Like literally never?
sanctuarycove
I made witch soups in my garden
GO OUTSIDE
DON'T CARE WHERE YOU GO
JUST MEANDER.
WANDER.
DILLY DALLY.
TAKE A FUCKIN STROLL
IT'S INCREDIBLY BENEFICIAL FOR YOUR MENTAL WELL BEING!!
unless the weather is bad or whatever but I don't know where you live!!! this is an internet post I don't know you!!!!!! go outside if you can!!!!!!
God could you imagine how mad geologists must have been to slowly watch the "hey all the continents kinda fit like puzzle pieces :)" guy get proven right
It was a woman that did it!
I love girl talk, especially when it’s complex geological theory
screw your courage to the sticking-place
Phryne is determined to make Jack’s birthday special, no matter how many times she has to try to make a cake. The process leads to a revelation and a declaration.
E, 6500 words.
AO3 link in first reblog!
The kitchen is a lot more daunting when she’s supposed to do something. The table looks a mile wide, and the baking implements strewn across it more akin to torture devices. Phryne picks up a whisk, rotating it slowly in one hand as she stares.
“Miss, you don’t have to do this.” Mr. Butler’s voice is kind and even, as always, without a hint of judgment. “The Inspector will be pleased that you’re hosting a small party for him, and with your other gifts. It won’t matter if you made the cake yourself.”
“No.” Phryne shakes her head. “Well, you’re probably not wrong. But I said I’d do this, and I’m going to do it.” She sets down the whisk and picks up the apron he’s draped over a chair for her. The knot at the back poses a challenge for just a moment, but she gets it tied and picks up her whisk again.
“So, Mr. Butler! I am yours to command.” Posing dramatically with a baking whisk might be silly, but she does it anyway, holding it like a sceptre of rank.
lacing my blood with poison so when those mosquitoes try to drink from me theyll be in for a nasty surprise
huh. guys i feel a little funny
Anonymous asked:
Phrack 20!
Hi! I know it’s like a month later, but I have finally fulfilled this prompt. Thank you so much for sending it! :)
Um… just gonna put it out there that I really struggled to finish this. lol It was rewritten countless times to the point that like… I don’t even know what it is anymore, ya know? So I hope it makes at least a little bit of sense. I tried, I promise. Okay, thank you again, bye!
(and a special shout-out to @glamorouspixels for beta’ing one of the many drafts of this, everyone give a round of applause for them)
A kiss… on a scar. (This prompt is a part 2 to this fic.)
tw: mentions of past abuse
He always asks where she’d rather go and her answer is always the same.
It’s just past midnight and the events of the day are etched on both their faces. He’s sat shirtless and exhausted on the sofa; head hung and breathing deep, save for a sharp hiss now and then when she hits a particularly sensitive spot. A basin of warm water swirls with iodine and faint traces of blood on the coffee table. She’s already mended the gash on his lower abdomen and is dabbing at the broken skin of his knuckles.
On nights like these, after particularly difficult cases, she finds herself seeking refuge in his arms. This isn’t something that surprises her - long before she and Jack even entertained the idea of a relationship, they had formed a sort of unofficial tradition where the case wasn’t truly closed until they shared a drink. It was so easy then to write it off as something light-hearted; a charming wrap up among intellectually-matched colleagues, but she sees now how even then it was far more intimate. In all of those feather-light conversations, the answers to their deeper, unspoken sentiments - are you okay? will any of it stay with you once we say goodnight? I’m here whenever you need, we’ll see each other soon - were affirmed in the subtle expressions they both somehow, intuitively, could interpret between each other. But that just isn’t enough anymore.
“All done,” she says, taping the last piece of sterile gauze around his hand and then rising to empty the basin in the neighboring kitchen sink. “Next time, if you must, try to remember that one or two punches usually does the trick. Twenty or more is rather excessive.”
He chuckles softly, nodding with a resigned tiredness and a bit of remorse. “I will. … Though, under certain circumstances, I can make no guarantees.”
My little sister's new boyfriend got a tattoo for her about a month ago and he wanted matching tattoos so he decided to get uh. The tattoo on her ankle of her ex boyfriend's name that she hasn't gotten covered up yet
She broke up with him but I also just got the same tattoo
OK my dad also got it
DYLAN!
It took five months but we finally convinced my stepmom to also get it
I wish it were more acceptable for girls and women to just call feminine beauty rituals degrading.
like i cant believe how much i used to jump around that word growing up. No, I'm not gonna wear a swimsuit that's designed to show my entire ass, only looks good when im completely bald down there or otherwise forces me to constantly monitor my behavior or my literal gentials will spill out of it because it's "just not my style". I find it literally degrading. I feel like an animal.
This is so important! Women's clothes are so often wildly undignified, but if we complain or chose more practical options we're accused of being "prudish" or assumed to be "modest". As if the only reason we'd want clothes that actually function as clothing is because we're conservative and ashamed of our bodies.
Yet men don't get called "modest" for not showing their crotches and ass-cheeks at the beach or for wearing clothes that allow movement and aren't basically shrink-wrapped on. They don't get called "prudish" for attending formal events in suits that cover them from ankle to wrist to neck instead of in basically lingerie. Their clothes aren't referred to as "dad jeans" or "grandpa undies" for covering their butts and coming up to their waists.
People know a lot of women's clothes are degrading, they just don't want to admit out loud that degradation is the price women are expected to pay in order to exist in public.
I don't like it because it feels like slut shaming. I like showing my body. I like bare skin. That's not degrading. My body is not shameful. It's not a degradation to have it - for it to exist - for it to be seen. I am sensual and sexual and I love existing physically in the universe. It's astonishing to me to think that nakedness, my skin, my flesh, are disgusting and degrading and I should be spending energy on hiding them.
Having to show them, being expected to show them - now that's unfair. It's misogynistic, it's objectifying, it's dehumanizing. But "degrading"? As though being in a body, being a body, were something to be ashamed of? I don't like that. I'm a mammal, I have sexuality and sensuality, I am matter, I have mass. That's beautiful and pleasurable. Exposing and acknowledging that fact is not a degradation of me. I am a mind and I am a body. No part of me is bad or gross or shameful. They are all beautiful. They all deserve to be seen on my terms. I own them. They are mine to show or hide.
A list of non-romantic relationships: ↳ Phryne Fisher & Jane Ross: “I’m not a nice girl.“ “Well, I’ve never been very nice either so you’re just the kind of girl I like.“
Portrait of a Young Woman, Jean-Etienne Liotard
Girl with a Pearl Earring, Johannes Vermeer
#they look like theyve been having a chat about u and u just walked in
wind-up-key
I’m on mobile, somebody edit them into this please
wind-up-key
Y'all take too long
tyrell-for-the-throne
Same energy
wind-up-key
No worries guys, they’re there too
Arianna for the character thing?
- First impression: Okay so don't kill me but I really didn't like her at first. Again, I read City of Star before City of Masks. I thought she was annoying and arrogant.
- Impression now: I love her now! I changed my mind about her while reading City of Masks, cause she wasn't at all what I originally thought.
- Favorite moment: When she kissed Georgia after the Stellata. Very bisexual of her.
- Idea for a story: Same as the Luciano one, since it's technically from her POV.
- Unpopular opinion: That I didn't like her at first, I guess.
- Favorite relationship: Her and Luciano
- Favorite headcanon: Arianna is definitely bi, you can't change my mind.
Honestly, the tension between Georgia and Arianna isn't talked about enough
You can literally make anything and anyone problematic if you try hard enough seriously give me people and things and I’ll make them all “problematic” right now.
I don’t even have to do this one because PETA did it first by insinuating domestication is inherently abusive.
The sky
Used to trick and mock anyone who asks “what’s up?” A bullying tactic.
roman-flair
Super Mario Bros.
Stereotypes Italians, enforces the narrative of women who need men to rescue them, and encourages violence against turtles.
samsjammaam
John Mulaney
He was over on the bench and he SAW what they did to Tyler and he did NOTHING.
Pokemon
Making your pets fight repeatedly is animal abuse.
all-my-fandoms-are-killing-me
OP
OP literally argued that dogs were problematic but go off I guess
dukeofbookingham
This is a work of art and should be sent to everyone as soon as they sign up for Tumblr so they know what they’re walking into
Phrack 7!
A kiss … to shut them up.
I had a little too much fun with this. Hope you enjoy it. 😇
“You know, Jack… they call it a ‘lunch break’ for a reason,” she said sat atop his desk and looking down at a heavily-occupied detective inspector, “It means that you break from work and eat some lunch.”
He didn’t answer at first, too consumed in the piles upon piles of paperwork in front of him. Internal Affairs had requested an audit of City South’s closed case files and both Jack and his entire constabulary had been tasked by the City Commissioner with ensuring all records were within compliance. Considering that City South had a near-pristine solve rate as of late - likely the reason for the audit - it meant several consecutive days of 10 hour shifts for the lot of them.
As such, he regularly came home exhausted and overwrought, his mind refusing to cease running through the checklist once he was off the clock (name of suspect, crime committed, evidence, witness list, statements, court date… ). He slept fretfully, mumbling and sometimes even fitting, and she spent most nights having to soothe him back into slumber. It was really rather beginning to worry her.
my friend asked me to pretend to be her boyfriend because her parents are homophobic af but they ended up hating me so much that they were glad when she said she was gay task failed successfully
okay so
- be a goth. conservative christian parents don't approve of goth men. show up to their house wearing all kinds of satanic symbols if you can
- know more about religion than the parents. they'll try to introduce you to christianity because you don't exactly look like a christian but your dad's an ex priest and has a phd in theology so *cracks knuckles* you'll correct them on every little mistake they make
- call your fake girlfriend every annoying petname under the sun. i'm talking about babu, shmoopie, snuffleupagus. when you run out of annoying english terms of endearment call her shit like "my liver" or "my little cabbage" (actual greek terms of endearments but the parents won't know this they'll just think you're annoying :3)
- to continue this, talk to your fake girlfriend in the most high pitched annoying voice possible but talk in your regular voice to everyone else
stare at her older brother's ass for just a little too long- have an annoying laugh. think of sybil fawlty but a stereotypical villain playing a church organ in his castle
- let them quote bible verses to you. then ask "so when were those two destroyed for sodomy?". it's very funny to do this when judas kisses jesus, and it's even funnier when you've just corrected them over a minor mistake in church history
- ask WHY abraham was begging for sodom. it doesn't make sense to you why a good christian man would go and beg for tha-
- be over possessive of your fake gf (dont really do this, it's just an act)
go and fuck her brother in an alleyway.the parents won't know about this so it's an optional step- use words no one knows the meaning of. do this without realising because you always talk like that
- just be yourself! that's enough on its own to make them despise you tbh
yes
Phrack Ficlet
Do you ever wanna post something for a fandom you’re in, but you’re intimidated by the talent of other writers in said fandom? So you psych yourself out of posting a proper fic, but you know if you don’t at least try to post something, you probably never will? … Yeah? Just me? Cool.
Anyway, this is short and I just don’t feel good enough about it in general to post to ao3. So… have a wee bit of phrack fluff. Just because. (Or don’t - not forcing it, totally your choice. Just uh… testing the waters, if you will.) If you do read it, wow thank you! And yeah… I’m gonna go now. Okay thanks, bye!